swept the air above the people's heads, and the man's saddle was empty
in an instant.

Then he and Hugh turned and fled, the crowd opening and closing so
quickly that there was no clue to the course they had taken.


_III.--The Storming of Newgate_


For several days London was in the hands of the rioters. Catholic
chapels were burned, the private residences of Catholics were sacked.
From the moment of the first outbreak at Westminster every symptom of
order vanished. Fifty resolute men might have turned the rioters; a
single company of soldiers could have scattered them like dust; but no
man interposed, no authority restrained them.

But Barnaby, bold Barnaby, had been taken. Left behind at the resort of
the rioters by Hugh, who led a body of men to Chigwell, he had been
captured by the soldiers, a proclamation of the Privy Council having at
last encouraged the magistrates to set the military in motion for the
arrest of certain ringleaders.

He was placed in Newgate and heavily ironed, and presently Grip, with
drooping head and plumes rough and tumbled, was thrust into his cell.

Another man was also taken and placed in Newgate on that day, and
presently he and Barnaby stood staring at each other, face to face.
Suddenly Barnaby laid hands upon him, and cried, "Ah, I know! You are
the robber!"